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Violent Means
02:53
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Born from survival, now killing what’s vital
Distorted our origins to live outside our means
Hopeless endeavors once thwarted by weather
The unexplained became our source of fear
We've gone too far
Reverted back to Neanderthal
Built it up just to watch it fall
Nothing’s changed, just the scale that extrapolates it all
But who’s to say that we’ve done it wrong
A million turning points have set the path before us
Now on the edge of an age like we’ve never seen
But aren’t they all
Violent means to no end
Just close your eyes and pretend
Like we’re not carrying out
Violent means to end
Maybe that’s all we’ll over know
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2. |
River Basin Blues
03:16
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Hunter gatherers, a life not so rehearsed
River basin blues, please turn off the news
Create something for ourselves
Kill our food and dig our wells
Clear new paths with primitive tools
Bodies working at full potential
How our strength was meant to be used
Cure my uselessness
Whether self-inflicted or just learned behavior
I’m parched for fresher waters
Teach me something new
Like how to get out of here
Desperate to see what’s out there
Aware of how long I’ve been stuck in here
Hesitance rooted in my deepest fears
New found motivation keeps me on my toes
Is it strong enough to displace my current state
Hoping things don’t get put off
Like I’m not a stone gathering moss
Say I’m not happy here
Fall asleep, ambitions disappear
My feet in cement, I’m rooted to routine
Take my basic skills to market, come back feeling empty handed
We’ve got to get out
Onwards and outwards we head for the outskirts
As we’re ripping holes in the layers of our comfort zones
Feed off each other, I’ll drink you like water
Until my thirst has been quenched and it’s routine to roam
Explore a new world
Exhale the old dust
I don’t know how to leave
But I know that I can’t stay
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3. |
Heaven Forbid, Pt. III
02:52
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It’s been a while since we last met
I haven’t spoke to you or the ones you sent
Since then, I’ve hedged my bets after racking up some moral debt
But sometimes when I get extra desperate
Run to the idea I so often dismissed
Feel so weak to seek it, feel so week
Made it look so good in the brochure
White sands and rolling shores
If I stay, could I stay forever?
Bask in your perfect weather
Daydreamt too long, it’s time to move on
From this ever present social construct
That once held such appeal, has only exposed my Achilles heel
Evident that I was dipped in Styx
Where I’ll wither for all my existence
At least that’s what I’ve been told by you and your chosen servants
Refuse to believe I’m predetermined
The only principle that ever deterred any chance of me conceding
Empty minds, responses always poised
Now no more than background noise
Exhausted every option, been chased by my own conscience
I’ve given up and you’re losing touch
This ocean won’t use a guise
And I swear to god that there’s history in these mountains' rise
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4. |
Reimagine
03:43
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Let’s take it back to a time when life was so much more simple
Pick up your head and try to use your eyes for what they were made for
Release your voice through your unfiltered heart, let me hear you
Open you fingers put your hand in my hand, let me feel you
Why can't you give me the time
Why can’t I give you the time
Go ahead and sweep me away
Guide me to another place
Get ourselves lost in something new, something we can’t relate to
Broaden the spectrum our minds can perceive by creating new colors
Paint the horizon with a new landscape only we could envision
Bridging the gap between the tangible, and what our dreams have imagined
Waste away the days with me, I swear I’ll show you what I mean
Apathy has seen its day, revive my world a brand new way
Slip away from where we lay, pray to god our souls will stay
Please provide some clarity, my mind awake while my eyes sleep
Come waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away with me
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Peaks
02:42
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Open the window, fixate on the peak
Sun on the snow shines
Mountains are outlined, take a snapshot
Close it back up
You soul is too old, the air is too cold, but you still want a taste
Grab your best coat, lace up your boots
Head for the door
Turn the handle
Take the first step out, wind bites the tips of your fingers
Water rolls from your eyes
Lips go instantly dry, muscles get tense
Invite the strain, embrace the pain
Approach the incline, hands gripping each pine
Bark breaks through cracked skin
Snow seeps into your boots, moisture collects at the toes
Every step sends a sharp pain up your leg
Don’t let it get to your head, you’re still eager
Ignore every feature that’s bled
What separates us from the animals?
Drive replace this instinct, or is that just
A working title to a self-help book
You understand you are your own worst enemy
You did this just to see if you were capable of greater things
All that’s left is to prove to yourself
That you’ll be able to see this through
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6. |
Waves
03:37
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I could ride these waves all day
Don’t talk to me, got nothing to say
Wasted light, don’t look at it that way
Confine myself, content to feel okay
Chose the worn path, reluctant to stray
Got nothing but time, how quickly did that fade?
Again I’ll escape into these waves
Convince myself the future has been staved
Path so worn, appears to have been paved
I’ve lost all my time, how quickly will I fade?
Innocence to anxiety
Anxiety to apathy
Had I known what was ahead for me
Not sure that I could have changed a fucking thing
Dive into my waves
Head first, too late to be saved
Let me ride this current until I feel safe
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7. |
Symbiosis
04:39
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All part of the cycle
But knowing the logic doesn’t make it any easier to swallow
I still wallow, still bogged down by lingering hopes
That are valid? Maybe. Empty? Most likely
Hollow desires have no place in self definition
For the logic also reminds me
That what can be born, flourish and die
Can also be reborn once that harsh winter has passed
Finding independence in dependence
Finding dependence in solitude
Someone close the loop to this vicious cycle
Someone solve this perpetual paradox
Like a parasite leaving host
Finding mutualism in another warm body
Seems so cold on the surface
Yet a beacon to anyone drowning below it
Anyone failing to overthrow it
Another day goes by I deny nature, I embrace disease
My instincts are eroding, my conscience is hardly relieved
So much to prove only affirming that I can’t prove anything
So I’ll turn and run from my anchor, from love and from anything
I’ll turn and run from everything
Turn and run
Like a parasite leaving host
Finding mutualism in another warm body
Seems so cold on the surface
Yet a beacon to anyone drowning below it
Anyone failing to overthrow it
Where will comfort stem from?
All my resources have been exhausted
I’m seeking something renewable, sustainable and attainable
Does it exist? Does it create warmth?
Does it foster life? Can it end the strife?
Drag me up on the shore of your deserted isle
Are there tools to start a fire
I need to start a fire
Will you be the warm host, will you be the host, to my parasite
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8. |
Tough Love
03:14
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62 years later, can’t believe you still kept every letter
A portal in time, flashback to moments when I learned
Patience, tough love, and patience
Now only silence
Another day on edge, cognizant of what could happen next
Weak hearts, weak limbs support each other in frail co-dependence
Thank god I have my daughter
Ever present as our bodies falter
Sharing pain is such strange relief, I'm not sure if I could call it peace
We met so far from home, but you feel much farther now
A new form of distance, warm touch yet you’re miles away
No one ever found a love that’s perfect, just certain that the time was worth it
My rock from the Rock
Can’t stand to see you like this
Waiting for another doctor to tell us what’s wrong
Delusional, they’ll say she’s been misdiagnosed all along
Another hour passed, how long could this day drag on?
"Tough love," rings in my ears, I won’t accept that you’re gone
Mind went back to the start it’s now formatted and dark
Unsure if she can recognize the man that captured her heart
Hazy eyes, redefined by the absence inside
So aware, how unfair it is I have to mourn twice
All I’ve known is "no more," refuse to walk through that door
I’ll sit at home and ponder what it takes to carry on
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9. |
Dogma
03:31
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Spent countless hours just spacing out
Fending off enormous, and insurmountable doubt
Clear that I haven’t come out on top
Considering the amount of time wasted, left out to rot
A thousand scenarios staging dress rehearsal
To be critiqued and perfected
But opening night never comes
Delayed the production so that no one could attend
And I’ve learned that without an absolute I become predisposed
To examine every flaw in my path searching for one
Magnify every crack in the concrete
Too busy analyzing the next step
To ever actually bring my foot back to ground
But how could I ever care enough?
How could anyone ever care enough?
When we’re being dragged this way that
Constantly being told what to react to and how to react
While perpetually being unable to react at all
Just latch onto something and embrace it
Just pick something up and run with it
But what if it’s just not right?
Then again how could it be anyway?
How is anyone so confident in their endeavors?
Forces me to look at others and ask
‘Why so serious all the time?’
Serious to the point where you feel the need to hurt others
Because you can’t take a second to try and gain a little perspective
In a world clouded by the arbitrary and subjective
You’ve taken what you think are absolutes and shoved them down the throats of those around you
Well how do you feel at the prospect of vanishing?
Because the only certainty is that we are all sent back to the void from whence we came
And I feel that any dogmatic approach to life should be attainable by anyone in any circumstance
Which leads me to believe the only acceptable behavior is to make this bizarre journey a little more bearable for those around you
Maybe I’m justifying my apathy and maybe I won’t survive because I don’t qualify as the fittest
But without acceptance and unity, it seems unlikely that 7 billion could survive
So if survival is your goal, then you need to recognize the chaos and be kind
Cause none of us asked to be here
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10. |
Closed Communication
04:49
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What would it take to get this out of your head?
What would it take to get it out of my head?
Out of my head, it’s still there
I just want to open up about all the mistakes I’ve made
Shed a little more weight with every song we play
Take my vulnerabilities and put them on display
Shed a little more weight with every song we play
And I just wish you could read my mind
Like you’d read a book, strike that longing look
Accompanied with your smile
I don’t think that I can translate
All of my internal debates, to something that relates
To anyone else but me
What I’d do to be able to
Be honest with myself about not needing help
And put aside my pride
I just wish you could read my mind
Start to seclude myself in time
Exemplified by the times I’ve tried
Just to be able to read your
I just wish you could read my mind
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